Don breathed hard against the apartment wall.
The concrete dug into his shoulder through the borrowed UPSDF uniform while his chest rose and fell faster than he wanted.
Every inhale felt uneven. Too sharp. Adrenaline still burned hot through his system despite the cold night air pressing through the courtyard.
His fingers stayed locked around Webb's rifle hard enough for his knuckles to pale beneath the grime and drying blood smeared across his hands.
His gaze shifted once toward the darkness where Vance had disappeared.
Then back toward the building where Webb had crashed through the third-story window moments earlier.
Smoke still drifted in uneven patches around the courtyard fountain, thinning slowly as the night air carried it between the apartment blocks.
Kowalski's body lay partially hidden behind the concrete barrier Don had dragged him behind earlier, one arm stretched awkwardly across the pavement beside the growing pool beneath his corpse.
